The Washington critic., 1887-09-23

man l' burst out the lady after one of
her Sunday talks with him.
"iIe Ia certainly behaving we'll
said the superintendent land we all
treat him kindly now"
Occasionally the great public gets
into a sentimental mood. The revival
at Centre softened the hearts of the
people, aud when Miss Potter took the
streets with petition for Red Glover's
pardon she had no difficulty In securing
signatures.
One morning stalwart fellow walked
out of the convict camp at Centre, and
headed for the town. lie wore new
suit, but his bronzed face and horny
hands told story of hard work and
exposure. With the Governor par.
don, and ten dollars In his pocket,
Red Glover was beginning his new
life.
Miss Potter awoke with q start. 1t
was dark and rainy night. and the
little woman felt that there was danger
in the air. She lived in cottage on
the outskirts Of Centre, and her one
servant slept In a detached building,
too far away to hear cry for help.
Striking match, Miss Potter looked
at the clock. II was just midnight.
"I thought heard noise," said the
nervous woman; "but | must have
been dreaming. II was the rain"
She lay down again, and, In a few
moments, was Numbering peacefully.
There was somebody In the house.
Occasionally floor creaked, and then
the sound OF a door knob quickly
turning might have been heard. II
anybody had been awake the clattcr
of silver spoons and forks could have
been heard, but Miss Potter slept the
sleep Of tired woman.
Some one glldcd into Miss Potter's
room. a large man with mask over
his face. In one hand he carried u
dark lantern. Flashing the light upon
the sleeper, he paused until he was sat.
istied. Then he advanced to the man
tel and the bureau and quickly stripped
them of various ornaments and pieces
aHelpi Murderp'
1t was Miss Potter, sitting upright In
bed, and screaming at the top of her
| voice.
"Blast you, I'll stop that" growied
the burglar, rushing upon her and
seizlng her by the throat.
His mask fell Off, and his victim
recognized him.
"Red Glover What does this mean?''
The burly rutlian turned the light
full upon the excited face before him.
"Be quiet, ole gal, he whispered;
II don't want to hurt you, but I'll
have TO gag you"
Miss Potter could not say word
She merely stared and gasped.
With half smile on his face Glover
bound her hards tightly and gagged
her.
Then he started to- go. In the middle
of the room he paused.
you'll get over this" he said, "and
you will find that you are not much
damaged. l don't think l have made
more than hundred or so by the job
1t was hardly worth the risk"
He moved toward the door, bu
stopped again.
"Of course you think l have treated
you badly" he continued; "but
don't. Burglary is my trade. 1t suit,
me. / was built for 1t. My little
racket about being converted goes fol
nothing. saw that 1t was my only
chance, and / worked 1t. You and The
other fools were easily taken In. Ant
yet you were old enough to know
better"
Tears of indignation stood In Mis-
Potter's eyes. Surely he might have
spared her any allusion to her age.
"Well, l must be going" said Clio
yer, deliberately. "Give my regards t,
the Governor when you see him, ant
to the Rev. Mr.. Whatshisname. Tel
the parson that I'm backslider. Tel
him that am still in the gall of bitter
ness and the bonds OF iniquity, Good
bye, old gall"
The burglar walked through the hal
and out of the house, leaving Miss Pot
ter glaring at the ceiling.
The affair at the cottage was neve
known to many people. When Mis-
Potter's servant released her In tn
morning the injured and wrathful lad
bound her over to secrecy, and no CON
plant was made to the authoritie.
: The sudden ending of Miss Potter
visits to the convict camp was the sui
} ject of some comment, but the mis-
sionary merely said that she was con
PEELED to give her time to other work
She had been deeply wounded, an
concealment was the only balm tht
would afford her any relief.-[Wallac
b. Reed, in the Atlanta Constitution.